JUNE HAD COME in like its usual hot , sweaty self , but a freak cold front had moved in during the night and the car radio had been full of the record low temperatures . It was only in the low sixties , not that cold , but after weeks of eighty - and ninety-plus , it felt downright frigid . My best friend , Ronnie Sims , and I were sitting in my Jeep with the windows down , letting the unseasonably cool air drift in on us . Ronnie had turned thirty tonight . We were talking about how she felt about the big 3 -0 and other girl talk . Considering that she ' s a private detective and I raise the dead for a living it was pretty ordinary talk . Sex , guys , turning thirty , vam - pires , werewolves . You know , the usual . We could have gone inside the house , but there is some - thing about the intimacy of a car after dark that makes you want to linger . Or maybe it was the sweet smell of springlike air coming through the windows like the caress of some half - remembered lover . " Okay , so he ' s a werewolf . No one ' s perfect , " Ronnie said . " Date him , sleep with him , marry him . My vote ' s for Richard . " " I know you don ' t like Jean-Claude . " " Don ' t like him ! " Her hands gripped the passenger-side door handle , squeezing it until I could see the tension in her shoulders . I think she was counting to ten . " If I killed as easily as you do , I ' d have killed that son of a bitch two years ago and your life would be a lot less complicated now . " That last was an understatement . But . . . " I don ' t want him dead , Ronnie . " " He ' s a vampire , Anita . He is dead . " She turned and looked at me in the dark . Her soft gray eyes and yellow hair……
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